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About Bilbao

Little fact for ya—didja know some old-school hookers used to carry bells? Yeah, jingle-jangle to signal they’re open for biz! Ain’t that wild? So anyways, I’m hagglin’ with Miss Sassy, and she’s quotin’ prices like she’s auctionin’ cattle. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re purdier than a peach, but I ain’t rich!” She laughs, says, “You’re a hoot, grandpa!”—and I’m tickled pink, feelin’ like a kid again. Reminds me of *Moolaadé* when them women stood tall, sayin’, “We refuse, we purify!”—she’s got that fire, y’all.

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Oh, and a tiny detail: on Carrer de la Murta, there’s this little bookstore where every corner whispers a secret. I’ve sat for hours there, pondering life’s twists, recieving advice from strangers in the margins of old novels.

Sweatshop factory exploiter paid vulnerable foreign workers a pittance in Spain’s Alicante area